we compare the colour of our tongues
after the juices from ice pops
stain them
or
let's compare the colour of our tongues
once the juices from ice pops
have stained them
or
give me an excuse
to ask to see your tongue
Thursday, September 28, 2006
the monarch of fall
the monarch flew over the un-arched highway exit
where we escaped the streak on the horizon—
the stain of yellow headlights
echoing the sliver of orange moon
like the tone deaf tenor
of a church choirs.
and by day,
a flock of wild turkeys
pluck crumbs from the highway grass
in the shade of a broken-down utility van.
and by night,
you held my hand as we walked the length
of Thurlby street sharing stories—
you began with "when i was little"
and "before i met you"
filling in those missing moments—
i held my breath
and watched as dry leaves fell
from elder oak and foreign maple.
where we escaped the streak on the horizon—
the stain of yellow headlights
echoing the sliver of orange moon
like the tone deaf tenor
of a church choirs.
and by day,
a flock of wild turkeys
pluck crumbs from the highway grass
in the shade of a broken-down utility van.
and by night,
you held my hand as we walked the length
of Thurlby street sharing stories—
you began with "when i was little"
and "before i met you"
filling in those missing moments—
i held my breath
and watched as dry leaves fell
from elder oak and foreign maple.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
have been listening to...
...the divine comedy
haven't had time to research this video, but some clues from youtube.com hint that the band had a competition for fans to create a video for the song. not sure that this is the winner, but i like it. there's one with muppets and another with some sort of scooby doo theme if you do a search for "the divine comedy to die a virgin".
and now, really, to get some work done before classs ^__^
Friday, September 22, 2006
holy communion
two fit backs to the wall;
we were hidden from the crowd
by an innocent piano.
we kissed and groped—awkward
_____unusual and petrified——
searching for the source to
_____this new collection of feelings,
but afraid of finding it here.
an affair that only weighed
us down for fifteen seconds
will take as many lives to forget:
getting caught by your mother,
kissing for the first time
on your holy communion day.
we were hidden from the crowd
by an innocent piano.
we kissed and groped—awkward
_____unusual and petrified——
searching for the source to
_____this new collection of feelings,
but afraid of finding it here.
an affair that only weighed
us down for fifteen seconds
will take as many lives to forget:
getting caught by your mother,
kissing for the first time
on your holy communion day.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
a little hallelujah
or is she holding your hand because she wants to?
a meager sweatshirt
with hood solves nothing
in a monsoon
of sideways rain.
the trees beg
for your shelter
though you hide
under them.
a shiver prompted you
to hold her closer
to hold her hands
in yours.
but you wonder,
is she compliant
because of the cold
or...
a meager sweatshirt
with hood solves nothing
in a monsoon
of sideways rain.
the trees beg
for your shelter
though you hide
under them.
a shiver prompted you
to hold her closer
to hold her hands
in yours.
but you wonder,
is she compliant
because of the cold
or...
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
tagged
10:43am, i've just recently crawled out of bed. while my tea steeps in the mug i open my email to find i've been tagged by my dear friend ashraf. it's not the sort of kindergarten tag you played at recess when you were 7, it's more an internetty sort of tag. and since the questions look interesting, since i liked ashrafs answers, since it's sunday, and since ryan's busy on his gaming forums... i have decided i'll play too...
1: Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
yep. as far as the look, i take pride in how dissimilar my blog looks to its original template (which is the one with the greenish brownish dots everywhere). i've changed the font colours, the link colours, the profile, added that picture/banner to the top (which i love, still, thank you michelle!) and done up the links all along the side... oh yeah, i added stuff to the bottom of the page too! content... i guess i would prefer it, at times, to more wholesome. by wholesome i mean clean. i mean, were it more like a poetry blog. i mean, were its contents only poetry, and not this sort of post. but even these sort of posts, well, they're me.
2: Does your family know about your blog?
yep. i think my mom and mum are the only ones who read it though. kerry (sis-in-law) might read it too, but i'm not sure...
3: Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
yep and nope. i don't tell people i've met right away. "hello, my name's katy and i have a blog!" daniella bella reads it sometimes, michelle does too, and wouldn't you know, they both have blog-type things? i don't consider this so private as not to share it with the people i already know, and by no means am i trying to hide who i really am to those people who i don't know.
4: Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?
i read all the poets i have links to on my blog (i subscribe to their rss feeds), but i also try to seek out new blogs, one's i've never read. i have a featured blog space in my sidebar for those poets i've recently discovered and want to share. i guess i take a lot of ques from billy in that respect. i like to spread the poetry-blogging love.
5: Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
did it or does it? some times no. some times, as ashraf can attest to, i worry too much about whether i'm posting too much or posting too infrequently. sometimes yes, it encourages me to continue to write poetry when otherwise i mightn't have a motivation. in part, too, it's a reconfirmation of identity. you know those days when you're just not feeling yourself? i have this as a databank of what is katy to fall through and calm myself.
6: What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
number, am not so much bothered by, though i was gobsmacked the first day i had a counter running and found out that i had something like 40 hits in one day (i had no idea i was getting read like that, i was hoping for a number like 10!). what i'm more interested in though, is where people are visiting from, which is why i use the map cluster thingy. did you know that someone from south africa once visited my blog? and look at all those ausies!!
7: Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?
yep. and sometimes i'm really wrong. this happens with all online interactions though.
8: Do you think blogging have any real benefit?
see answer to question number 5.
9: Do you think that the blogsphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?
erm, nope. because a: ashraf and b: brian. also, i enjoy pulling bloggers out of their template and into other forums such as email. and who knows, maybe someday billy's dream of a campfire side poetry reading with all the poets101 crowd will come true ^__^
10: Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them.
some politics scare me. never mind the blogs.
11: Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
yes! critique is what helps us grow. if the brain/mind had bones, critique would be equivical to milk.
12: Have you ever thought about what happen to your blog in case you died.
yes, once. i had a lovely idea that, if i had a dying wish, it would be for all the poets i read and admir within the blogsphere to write phantom poems and posts. i'd give them all my password i guess, and ask them all to write poems trying to aquire and mimic my stle of writing. to keep me alive and ticking in the virtual world. and to respond to other poets under my username. that'd be asking a hell of a lot from a whole bunch of people, but that would be what i would want most. immortality.
13: Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?
hmmn. in regards to how i blog, billy. in regaurds to how i write poetry, brian. in regaurds to what i write about, ashraf.
14: Which blogger you think is the most similar to you.
i know who i'd most like to be just like, but i don't think we're that alike. cecilia.
15: Name a song you want to listen to?
have been listening to the best of The Divine Comedy lately, so anything off that album would do me just fine about now.
16: Ask five bloggers to answer these question on their blogs.
1. brian (though he's unlikely to reply on his blog)
2. danielle
3. mayor billy
4. michelle
5. *dan ('cause he's likely to, i think, reply on his blog)
1: Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
yep. as far as the look, i take pride in how dissimilar my blog looks to its original template (which is the one with the greenish brownish dots everywhere). i've changed the font colours, the link colours, the profile, added that picture/banner to the top (which i love, still, thank you michelle!) and done up the links all along the side... oh yeah, i added stuff to the bottom of the page too! content... i guess i would prefer it, at times, to more wholesome. by wholesome i mean clean. i mean, were it more like a poetry blog. i mean, were its contents only poetry, and not this sort of post. but even these sort of posts, well, they're me.
2: Does your family know about your blog?
yep. i think my mom and mum are the only ones who read it though. kerry (sis-in-law) might read it too, but i'm not sure...
3: Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
yep and nope. i don't tell people i've met right away. "hello, my name's katy and i have a blog!" daniella bella reads it sometimes, michelle does too, and wouldn't you know, they both have blog-type things? i don't consider this so private as not to share it with the people i already know, and by no means am i trying to hide who i really am to those people who i don't know.
4: Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? or you try to discover new blogs?
i read all the poets i have links to on my blog (i subscribe to their rss feeds), but i also try to seek out new blogs, one's i've never read. i have a featured blog space in my sidebar for those poets i've recently discovered and want to share. i guess i take a lot of ques from billy in that respect. i like to spread the poetry-blogging love.
5: Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
did it or does it? some times no. some times, as ashraf can attest to, i worry too much about whether i'm posting too much or posting too infrequently. sometimes yes, it encourages me to continue to write poetry when otherwise i mightn't have a motivation. in part, too, it's a reconfirmation of identity. you know those days when you're just not feeling yourself? i have this as a databank of what is katy to fall through and calm myself.
6: What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
number, am not so much bothered by, though i was gobsmacked the first day i had a counter running and found out that i had something like 40 hits in one day (i had no idea i was getting read like that, i was hoping for a number like 10!). what i'm more interested in though, is where people are visiting from, which is why i use the map cluster thingy. did you know that someone from south africa once visited my blog? and look at all those ausies!!
7: Did you imagine how other bloggers look like?
yep. and sometimes i'm really wrong. this happens with all online interactions though.
8: Do you think blogging have any real benefit?
see answer to question number 5.
9: Do you think that the blogsphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?
erm, nope. because a: ashraf and b: brian. also, i enjoy pulling bloggers out of their template and into other forums such as email. and who knows, maybe someday billy's dream of a campfire side poetry reading with all the poets101 crowd will come true ^__^
10: Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them.
some politics scare me. never mind the blogs.
11: Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
yes! critique is what helps us grow. if the brain/mind had bones, critique would be equivical to milk.
12: Have you ever thought about what happen to your blog in case you died.
yes, once. i had a lovely idea that, if i had a dying wish, it would be for all the poets i read and admir within the blogsphere to write phantom poems and posts. i'd give them all my password i guess, and ask them all to write poems trying to aquire and mimic my stle of writing. to keep me alive and ticking in the virtual world. and to respond to other poets under my username. that'd be asking a hell of a lot from a whole bunch of people, but that would be what i would want most. immortality.
13: Which blogger had the greatest impression on you?
hmmn. in regards to how i blog, billy. in regaurds to how i write poetry, brian. in regaurds to what i write about, ashraf.
14: Which blogger you think is the most similar to you.
i know who i'd most like to be just like, but i don't think we're that alike. cecilia.
15: Name a song you want to listen to?
have been listening to the best of The Divine Comedy lately, so anything off that album would do me just fine about now.
16: Ask five bloggers to answer these question on their blogs.
1. brian (though he's unlikely to reply on his blog)
2. danielle
3. mayor billy
4. michelle
5. *dan ('cause he's likely to, i think, reply on his blog)
Friday, September 15, 2006
the drunk party robot and the pragmatic inflatable zebra
"the monumental increased"
said the drunk party robot
to the inflatable zebra
who hung from the corner
of a downtown boston bar.
"my mother was a pragmatist"
he thought he heard it say,
then thought to himself;
how incredible that it said so
without ever moving it's lips.
said the drunk party robot
to the inflatable zebra
who hung from the corner
of a downtown boston bar.
"my mother was a pragmatist"
he thought he heard it say,
then thought to himself;
how incredible that it said so
without ever moving it's lips.
pink rose
gesture for motion towards her
_________________________naked chin and
the petals swept across vulnerable skin
_________________________naked chin and
the petals swept across vulnerable skin
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
soap
i traced the thin line of liquid soap,
with my wet index finger,
from the nose of the bottle
to the neck of the sink
and left behind what looked like
a snail's trail along the countertop;
and left with what seemed like
a significant moment of meditation.
with my wet index finger,
from the nose of the bottle
to the neck of the sink
and left behind what looked like
a snail's trail along the countertop;
and left with what seemed like
a significant moment of meditation.
your SomethingKaty update
today was my first day as a teaching assistant & grad student at Umass Dartmouth. to clarify: teaching assistant doesn't mean i'm assisting a professor. it just so happens that the terms apply to graduate students who teach. in my case, and that of my peers, i am teaching a course all on my own.
this is daunting. however, i think i planned well enough and had a mostly successful first class. alls i can hope now is that i get better as the material and course work get denser. oh yeah, and the jitters... i'm sure they'll fade.
not only did i teach though, i also got to play student for a few hours in my first class as a graduate student (woooahwhoo!). dr sun seems like a lovely lady and a fountain of knowledge and experience, so my teaching-practicum course will, without a doubt, be a valuable and worthwhile endeavor.
for tonight though, kiddies, more wrestling, and some spicy beastie boys a'la the beatles tracks care of teh internet. there mightn't be as many poems posted the next few... months? lets' just say weeks. at least until i get my footing and begin to manage my time effectively enough to secure some something time.
until then though, cherubs, be good and don't be strangers.
this is daunting. however, i think i planned well enough and had a mostly successful first class. alls i can hope now is that i get better as the material and course work get denser. oh yeah, and the jitters... i'm sure they'll fade.
not only did i teach though, i also got to play student for a few hours in my first class as a graduate student (woooahwhoo!). dr sun seems like a lovely lady and a fountain of knowledge and experience, so my teaching-practicum course will, without a doubt, be a valuable and worthwhile endeavor.
for tonight though, kiddies, more wrestling, and some spicy beastie boys a'la the beatles tracks care of teh internet. there mightn't be as many poems posted the next few... months? lets' just say weeks. at least until i get my footing and begin to manage my time effectively enough to secure some something time.
until then though, cherubs, be good and don't be strangers.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
taste bud 2.0
strutting his junk
on the daily and grind
chewing on pencils
every afternoon at one
until catching up
with the beep on wheels
where i tried mine
and tried to explain
how sweet and salty
coexist harmoniously
in pretzels covered
with fine milk chocolate
Saturday, September 02, 2006
mr kennedy's belt and why i like wrestling
okay, so i can't actually explain what it is that draws me into the wwe scene; all the highly-unbelievable testosterone-driven antics and unnecessary violence; all the silly costumes and ridiculous claims; all the nonsense and worm-eating; all the red carpets and trash talking. nor can i explain what it is that keeps me there, butt situated on the sofa for the duration and enthralled. but i do. like wwe that is. a lot. too much?
ryan and i have tickets to smackdown and ecw for the 12th of this month (which we got in the mail today, and i immediately put on the fridge for the world to see). i am even more excited to see a live show now that i'm going to get to see mr kennedy the champ!!
he won the belt in a triple threat match: sat there watching, i was sure he wouldn't win it despite my desire to see him win every single match he enters into (in this case specifically, on account of the belt being on the line as well as the fact that he's the one that prompted the match in the first place (according to the story line)).
ryan and i, watching in tense anticipation while the ref started counting the pinfall with kennedy nowhere in sight, leapt off the sofa in delight as kennedy took advantage of the situation and rolled away with the belt by pinning the guy that was pinning the other guy (caught me and both the guys he was wrestling off guard). it was the most exciting moment in wrestling for me since we started watching it in april.
i hope that the live show is equally as exciting and fabulous. i hope too, that kennedy keeps the belt for a while, because i think he's my new favorite ^__^
ryan and i have tickets to smackdown and ecw for the 12th of this month (which we got in the mail today, and i immediately put on the fridge for the world to see). i am even more excited to see a live show now that i'm going to get to see mr kennedy the champ!!
he won the belt in a triple threat match: sat there watching, i was sure he wouldn't win it despite my desire to see him win every single match he enters into (in this case specifically, on account of the belt being on the line as well as the fact that he's the one that prompted the match in the first place (according to the story line)).
ryan and i, watching in tense anticipation while the ref started counting the pinfall with kennedy nowhere in sight, leapt off the sofa in delight as kennedy took advantage of the situation and rolled away with the belt by pinning the guy that was pinning the other guy (caught me and both the guys he was wrestling off guard). it was the most exciting moment in wrestling for me since we started watching it in april.
i hope that the live show is equally as exciting and fabulous. i hope too, that kennedy keeps the belt for a while, because i think he's my new favorite ^__^
Thursday, August 31, 2006
labor day
we spread ourselves
thin like weekly washed
sheets. the thread
is baring against our
bear toes. my feet
cradling yours
hanging over the edge
of the well worn bed.
*i know labor day isn't until monday, but i've been day dreaming about my first sleep in in weeks (!), and my husbee gets to cuddle me through the morning hours ^__^ what more could a girl want? and what girl wouldn't be looking forward to the promise of such a lovely day?
thin like weekly washed
sheets. the thread
is baring against our
bear toes. my feet
cradling yours
hanging over the edge
of the well worn bed.
*i know labor day isn't until monday, but i've been day dreaming about my first sleep in in weeks (!), and my husbee gets to cuddle me through the morning hours ^__^ what more could a girl want? and what girl wouldn't be looking forward to the promise of such a lovely day?
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
kittens & refrigerators
below are some pictures of max (new favorite hiding places included), one of ryan and the old fridge that now lives in the basement, AND some pictures of our beautiful new kitchen!! (thank you mum and dad)
Sunday, August 27, 2006
ringing of the bards #10
the 10th ringing of the bards is up at ozy's place! do check it out; he's included all the poems/poets into one cohesive poem, which i've been looking forward to someone doing just the way he's done it. three cheers for ozy!
also, there's no one scheduled to host next week, so if you think you'd be interested, give billy the blogging poet a shout. to check available dates throughout september, check here.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
what happened
tuesday night in a grocery store
grumbling about the ache in your knee
but you still carried me piggy-back
through the "taste the world" aisle
moaning like an old man with the body
of a 26-year-old and something
i got poked for teasing, for laughing.
then: you stopped dead in your tracks
frozen by the words that sneaked
past my unprotected laughter
the "i love you so much"
so much never as little as hinted before
but the truth slipped out like a secret
i'd been keeping for decades.
grumbling about the ache in your knee
but you still carried me piggy-back
through the "taste the world" aisle
moaning like an old man with the body
of a 26-year-old and something
i got poked for teasing, for laughing.
then: you stopped dead in your tracks
frozen by the words that sneaked
past my unprotected laughter
the "i love you so much"
so much never as little as hinted before
but the truth slipped out like a secret
i'd been keeping for decades.
Friday, August 25, 2006
[the wet is getting]
the wet is getting
and out of control,
but you love it, don't you?
get wet with us:
a special welcome to new members
ozymandiaz
and c.s.perez
and out of control,
but you love it, don't you?
get wet with us:
a special welcome to new members
ozymandiaz
and c.s.perez
Thursday, August 24, 2006
the concern her
her filtered lenses
block out the system
that she so
and so devoted to
wavering at the flicker of gravity
in a meter-thick tube
the train through Nottingham
or passed fields
for candy she sweetens
like soldiers taken from families
for the sake
of butter enough
to make their babies
fat again
block out the system
that she so
and so devoted to
wavering at the flicker of gravity
in a meter-thick tube
the train through Nottingham
or passed fields
for candy she sweetens
like soldiers taken from families
for the sake
of butter enough
to make their babies
fat again
the new system
pluto, as you may have heard, has been demoted. and we now have a brand new solar system. put your learning caps on kiddies, time to memorize the new solar system!
[[news.bbc.co.uk article on topic]]does anyone else feel bad for pluto? i certainly do. that's literally the biggest demotion in the universe.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
ringing of the bards #9
a'la Sam Duffy's Stuff
this edition of The Ringing of the Bards is brought to you through the grace and beauty Miss Sam Duffy of Miss Sam Duffy's Stuff and Stuff.
i approached Miss Sam Duffy via email a few weeks back, asking her if she'd give me permission to make her the "thematic centerpiece" for the 9th ringing of the bards. she agreed under my conditions (which i am very very pleased to see, everyone in this week's carnival has abided by, thank you!). as a result, what follows is a magnificent emotional journey by way of some truly fine poetry and the collection of gorgeous drawings, paintings and collages by Miss Sam Duffy that inspired the poets whose work is featured.
the poems, combined with the dramatic visuals provided, are so emotionally motivating and rigorous. as a result, i am not going to weigh the featured works down with introductions, synopsis, opinions or lip service. instead, i am going to stimulate your retina with a selection of the inspirational images that the featured poets have selected to write in response to for this carnival.
(except for one nod to scott glassman of 30 Days: poem for introducing me to Miss Sam Duffy's work in the first place. thank you scott!)
each of the images are arranged with the poet's name and poem's title with hyperlinks directly below. each of the images is loaded as if a button. click on the image here and it will direct you to the post on Miss Sam Duffy's blog where you can then view the larger version of the image.
the poems, combined with the dramatic visuals provided, are so emotionally motivating and rigorous. as a result, i am not going to weigh the featured works down with introductions, synopsis, opinions or lip service. instead, i am going to stimulate your retina with a selection of the inspirational images that the featured poets have selected to write in response to for this carnival.
(except for one nod to scott glassman of 30 Days: poem for introducing me to Miss Sam Duffy's work in the first place. thank you scott!)
each of the images are arranged with the poet's name and poem's title with hyperlinks directly below. each of the images is loaded as if a button. click on the image here and it will direct you to the post on Miss Sam Duffy's blog where you can then view the larger version of the image.
sarah's darkness
by ozymandiaz of paper tigers
by ozymandiaz of paper tigers
the last flower
by shirley of housemouse
by shirley of housemouse
prompted
by bob hazelton of average poet
by bob hazelton of average poet
saloon
by scott glassman of 30 Days: poem
by scott glassman of 30 Days: poem
ant hill schematics
by katy of somethingkaty
by katy of somethingkaty
balloon air
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
triptych centerpiece
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
who's there?
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
by russell ragsdale of yuckelbel's canon
angelic
by ashraf of arch.memory
by ashraf of arch.memory
sara the fairy
by our mayor billy of bloggingpoet.com
by our mayor billy of bloggingpoet.com
face in the mirror
by mike of unknowing mind
by mike of unknowing mind
yes, russell sent me three submissions ^__^ and yes, i included one of my own.
i do hope you enjoyed the poems here as well as the artwork provided to us all by the lovely Miss Sam Duffy. i extend you all the invitation to visit her blog and explore her artwork. i would also like to extend an invitation to all blogging poets who missed out on this particular carnival to write a poem inspired by Miss Sam Duffy's stuff and send me a link so that i can add it onto this carnival's roster. it's a brilliant exercise for a poet to participate in, and the results, as you have seen here, are remarkable.
next week's ringing is brought to you by everyone's favorite squishy-faced kitty avatar with attitude: Ozymandiaz of Paper Tigers!! send your poetry submissions to daniel at ozymandiaz @ danworld . com by friday-ish next week.
just one more time before i go: thank you Miss Sam Duffy!!
and now... goodnight cherubs!
i do hope you enjoyed the poems here as well as the artwork provided to us all by the lovely Miss Sam Duffy. i extend you all the invitation to visit her blog and explore her artwork. i would also like to extend an invitation to all blogging poets who missed out on this particular carnival to write a poem inspired by Miss Sam Duffy's stuff and send me a link so that i can add it onto this carnival's roster. it's a brilliant exercise for a poet to participate in, and the results, as you have seen here, are remarkable.
next week's ringing is brought to you by everyone's favorite squishy-faced kitty avatar with attitude: Ozymandiaz of Paper Tigers!! send your poetry submissions to daniel at ozymandiaz @ danworld . com by friday-ish next week.
just one more time before i go: thank you Miss Sam Duffy!!
and now... goodnight cherubs!
still accepting submissions
email me a link to any poem you've written in the past 2 weeks
and i'll happily include it in this week's ringing.
email and other details here.
ringing #9 goes into production around 4pm.
email and other details here.
ringing #9 goes into production around 4pm.
anything emailed by then will be included!!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
search
eighty nine
equals
capital i
this equation is the mathematical
representation of the mass force applied
to a keyboard when sat on by a 3lb orange kitten.
equals
capital i
this equation is the mathematical
representation of the mass force applied
to a keyboard when sat on by a 3lb orange kitten.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
ringing of the bards #9 -coming soon
just a reminder to all you bunny rabits (i mean poets/bloggers), i shall be hosting my 2nd ringing of the bards begining saturday/sunday of this week; this particular ringing comes to you with some guidelines which i have detailed here.
please email your submissions (link to the poem you'd like included in the festivities) to kaacheson @ yahoo . co . uk by Saturday 3pm EST Daylight Savings. remember: your post must include a link to the image of inspiration as posted on miss sam duffy's blog!
also, there is no one in line to host next week's ringing!!! if you'd like to host (it's easy and well worth your while, promise) then please email our Mayor of Poets101.com Billy the Blogging Poet at idleblogs @ yahoo . com.
any questions or you're just bored, please email me!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
ringing of the bards - in color
- red, green and blue to be specific -
at this week's rining
as hosted by one naked and ashamed daniel
at this week's rining
as hosted by one naked and ashamed daniel
welcome guests
i judge people based on how neat
or disheveled their key-card envelope is
upon returning it to me
before leaving the hotel.
or disheveled their key-card envelope is
upon returning it to me
before leaving the hotel.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
miss i-need-you
just when you thought she didn't
too
your life-size bed-warmer
your cup of tea with breakfast
kept you up all night
fetching her water, towels
and sympathy in maximum doses
your mrs says thank you
too
your life-size bed-warmer
your cup of tea with breakfast
kept you up all night
fetching her water, towels
and sympathy in maximum doses
your mrs says thank you
Friday, August 11, 2006
catching up on my electrolytes
we get really ill every now and again to help ourselves remember just how good we normally feel despite moaning and whining to the contrary. at least, getting as ill as i have been the past 24 odd hours has to have some justification to those means. if not, then i demand compensation.
the poetics of puke.
what do you call it?
(i suppose a Warning would be fair play here; those light of stomach would find it in their best interest to pass over this particular post.)
there are so many names for throw-up. throw-up for example. in england, to be sick means to have made sick, that goup which i refer to as vomit is simply called sick. the tangible evidence of the matter of fact. one i never used but always found amusing is "up-chuck". in college the term "spew" took on a whole new level of meaning. there's the coined classic "barf". the term most commonly used in my family was and always will be 'puke'. how wretched does it sound?
last night i puked a lot.
there's a charming sentence, no? charming or not, it's true. more true than any other truth. and i mean a lot.
every hour, between 24 past and 56 past i would wake in a cold fevery sweat and muster up every once of potential energy in my rotting excuse of a body to haul to the toilet just in time to puke all over myself, the toilet bowl and the bathroom floor. i missed a few times; like the first time i got it all over the bed and scared the cat into hiding. it wasn't until about the 6th time i rushed into the bathroom and revoltingly discharged into the toilet bowl that i realized and immediately asked my husband (who i'd woken up every single time i got sick so that he could be the dear that he is and come protect me from panic-attacks and fetch me fresh clothes and water and such; thank you ryan, so much) "why am i puking up green!?" -- in a very feeble, tired, bemused sort of tone.
you see it in cartoons all the time. the little girl in the Exorsist spews green gutts all over. but how often do people actually throw-up green? ryan quelled my fears by reminding me that the only thing i'd had to eat that day was nightquil gell tablets which happened to be toxic-bright green and the only substance remaining in my disfunctional body. green puke is simply not natural though. it was a first for me. i'm more used to the yellow-brown sort.
not only did the nightquil turn my puke an amusing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles green, it also stung like a mo-fo. went out my nose and everything. i can tell you for fact that nightquil + nose = not nice (with not-nice bonus multiplier as it happened several times last night).
at least i was a normal shade of yellow and death this morning... after speaking with my regular doctor over the phone and her response being "go to the hospital or dial 911" my father-in-law took me to the walk in clinic (which you're supposed to make appoints for now (??), but i was close enough to death that the NP Joan overruled the receptionist and took me in to see the doctor). they juiced me up with a sodium/glucose i.v. solution and gave me some nausea medication (good enough for cancer patients is good enough for me).
am on my second bottle of gatorade (aka electrolyte's) and am feeling a million times better than i was last night. ryan and i are both a bit wrecked from the whole mess of me last night though. as long as my eyes don't pop out my skull like they threatened to do last night at one point, i'll be happy.
the experience wasn't really worth it all, but i guess the green-puke thing is pretty funny in retrospect. comical i should say, not funny. comical.
so what's your favorite colour of puke? or whatever you call it.
the poetics of puke.
what do you call it?
(i suppose a Warning would be fair play here; those light of stomach would find it in their best interest to pass over this particular post.)
there are so many names for throw-up. throw-up for example. in england, to be sick means to have made sick, that goup which i refer to as vomit is simply called sick. the tangible evidence of the matter of fact. one i never used but always found amusing is "up-chuck". in college the term "spew" took on a whole new level of meaning. there's the coined classic "barf". the term most commonly used in my family was and always will be 'puke'. how wretched does it sound?
last night i puked a lot.
there's a charming sentence, no? charming or not, it's true. more true than any other truth. and i mean a lot.
every hour, between 24 past and 56 past i would wake in a cold fevery sweat and muster up every once of potential energy in my rotting excuse of a body to haul to the toilet just in time to puke all over myself, the toilet bowl and the bathroom floor. i missed a few times; like the first time i got it all over the bed and scared the cat into hiding. it wasn't until about the 6th time i rushed into the bathroom and revoltingly discharged into the toilet bowl that i realized and immediately asked my husband (who i'd woken up every single time i got sick so that he could be the dear that he is and come protect me from panic-attacks and fetch me fresh clothes and water and such; thank you ryan, so much) "why am i puking up green!?" -- in a very feeble, tired, bemused sort of tone.
you see it in cartoons all the time. the little girl in the Exorsist spews green gutts all over. but how often do people actually throw-up green? ryan quelled my fears by reminding me that the only thing i'd had to eat that day was nightquil gell tablets which happened to be toxic-bright green and the only substance remaining in my disfunctional body. green puke is simply not natural though. it was a first for me. i'm more used to the yellow-brown sort.
not only did the nightquil turn my puke an amusing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles green, it also stung like a mo-fo. went out my nose and everything. i can tell you for fact that nightquil + nose = not nice (with not-nice bonus multiplier as it happened several times last night).
at least i was a normal shade of yellow and death this morning... after speaking with my regular doctor over the phone and her response being "go to the hospital or dial 911" my father-in-law took me to the walk in clinic (which you're supposed to make appoints for now (??), but i was close enough to death that the NP Joan overruled the receptionist and took me in to see the doctor). they juiced me up with a sodium/glucose i.v. solution and gave me some nausea medication (good enough for cancer patients is good enough for me).
am on my second bottle of gatorade (aka electrolyte's) and am feeling a million times better than i was last night. ryan and i are both a bit wrecked from the whole mess of me last night though. as long as my eyes don't pop out my skull like they threatened to do last night at one point, i'll be happy.
the experience wasn't really worth it all, but i guess the green-puke thing is pretty funny in retrospect. comical i should say, not funny. comical.
so what's your favorite colour of puke? or whatever you call it.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
ant hill schematics
robot boy
at age four
(and two fifteenths)
designed stackable
condominiums
proportionate
to the average size
of a north american carpenter ant
and sold them
to all the children
in his neighborhood
for 10% profit
on any lemonade sales
through the summer months
of june, july and august.
[inspired by a miss sam duffy original: click the poem's title for direct link to image of inspiration!!]
at age four
(and two fifteenths)
designed stackable
condominiums
proportionate
to the average size
of a north american carpenter ant
and sold them
to all the children
in his neighborhood
for 10% profit
on any lemonade sales
through the summer months
of june, july and august.
[inspired by a miss sam duffy original: click the poem's title for direct link to image of inspiration!!]
prospective
[do you ever just feel like writing a poem? the time is there and your fingers grace the keys just so... but there's nothing to write; just a blank, empty space hovering above. i sit, now, waiting for the inspiration to condense around me.]
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
for listening
ryan found me a website that hosts (he's the bestest, thank you monkee) .wma's called Mega-File. so i've put up the three that i felt happy with. i'll have another go at the fold and international diner tonight after everyone's gone sleepy-byes and the house is quiet. for now, these ought do...
the airplane poems
flee market affair
[so much for un poema]
the airplane poems
flee market affair
[so much for un poema]
waiting on
so, have got 3 of the 5 requested poems recorded (and sent them off to didi m; one for use in another episode of the goodnight show). went to odeo to upload them but they don't recognize .wma (!). am now waiting on my I.T.-brain of a husbee to help me with some sort of audio out hullabaloo so that i can record the poems onto odeo's format. once they're hosted then i can make them available to you who would be interested in listening to me read.
the 2 remaining poems (out of the 5 requested for reading) need to be rer-ecorded be they didn't turn out well enough (i had to but on something called advanced boom or something like that to get the microphone to pick up my voice without breathing down the neck of the little mic).
'twill hopefully not be too long now before i get those poems up for you though.
the 2 remaining poems (out of the 5 requested for reading) need to be rer-ecorded be they didn't turn out well enough (i had to but on something called advanced boom or something like that to get the microphone to pick up my voice without breathing down the neck of the little mic).
'twill hopefully not be too long now before i get those poems up for you though.
Monday, August 07, 2006
what was and what will be... we think
i won't go into any details in text; just have a look for yourself...
more later, promise ^__^
more later, promise ^__^
Sunday, August 06, 2006
MiPo much?
my mipo radio bio is up. you can hear me speak a poem and read my silly bio. i will be recording another poem for didi in the next few days, any requests?
Saturday, August 05, 2006
what's that ringing i hear?
it's erin of poetic acceptance!
her issue of ringing of the bards is like sampling a really expensive box of chocolates... the kind with gold-leaf foil and really swish names for all the different flavours and real cherries inside the cherry & cream ones.
next week, we get naked.
her issue of ringing of the bards is like sampling a really expensive box of chocolates... the kind with gold-leaf foil and really swish names for all the different flavours and real cherries inside the cherry & cream ones.
next week, we get naked.
sym·bi·ote
(for dina)
sister:
share your plate, palet and tea with me
the sweet bread and blackcurrant jam stuck
_____to your finger tips
paint to the brush
_____depth to canvas
sister:
walk slowly by me
sister:
share your plate, palet and tea with me
the sweet bread and blackcurrant jam stuck
_____to your finger tips
paint to the brush
_____depth to canvas
sister:
walk slowly by me
Friday, August 04, 2006
let's pretend
(for maya osman)
let's pretend it's december
_____when we were both younger yet.
let's pretend to be friends again -
_____we always wanted to be.
remember when i didn't know you?
_____let's pretend we never still,
then maybe this war will end for me -
_____i can pretend the same for you.
let's pretend the water is cool
_____and the sand doesn't burn our feet.
let's pretend to go on living -
_____because the rest of the world does.
daniel of naked and ashamed wrote this alternate/companion/branched poem also called let's pretend and so i thought you might like to read it if you enjoyed the original piece. daniel's version can be found here.
let's pretend it's december
_____when we were both younger yet.
let's pretend to be friends again -
_____we always wanted to be.
remember when i didn't know you?
_____let's pretend we never still,
then maybe this war will end for me -
_____i can pretend the same for you.
let's pretend the water is cool
_____and the sand doesn't burn our feet.
let's pretend to go on living -
_____because the rest of the world does.
daniel of naked and ashamed wrote this alternate/companion/branched poem also called let's pretend and so i thought you might like to read it if you enjoyed the original piece. daniel's version can be found here.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
the bee program
(for ahmad)
there's something in high definition
playing on the megalatron(tm)
which they watch intently,
like children watching cartoons:
we are interested in this, but the cat
is keen on bathing in the breeze
of the artificial cooling unit we pray to
between the months of june and september.
i think of you drinking hot tea
typing on your laptop while i
drink cold tea and write poetry
on my laptop that isn't really mine.
exotic sweets stuck between my teeth
and the scrape on my right leg stings -
the high definition tv show is concerned
with the cormorants and honey bees of africa.
i reread your hand-written letter
admiring the n's and i's and f's
which made me cry again; but i didn't
tell anyone it happened until the day after.
there's something in high definition
playing on the megalatron(tm)
which they watch intently,
like children watching cartoons:
we are interested in this, but the cat
is keen on bathing in the breeze
of the artificial cooling unit we pray to
between the months of june and september.
i think of you drinking hot tea
typing on your laptop while i
drink cold tea and write poetry
on my laptop that isn't really mine.
exotic sweets stuck between my teeth
and the scrape on my right leg stings -
the high definition tv show is concerned
with the cormorants and honey bees of africa.
i reread your hand-written letter
admiring the n's and i's and f's
which made me cry again; but i didn't
tell anyone it happened until the day after.
yellow sunshine : the colour of a box
square with a bright green ribbon
on your breakfast table
and a note in orange, like easter
good morning,
the sun's not shining
so i brought it inside.
save me a cinnamon one.
love you!
perfect with jasmin tea
and a bouquet
of yellow lightning bolts
on your breakfast table
and a note in orange, like easter
good morning,
the sun's not shining
so i brought it inside.
save me a cinnamon one.
love you!
perfect with jasmin tea
and a bouquet
of yellow lightning bolts
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
paralysis
unable to will
the body into
movement
unwilling
to move
when we need you to
sitting for hours
trying to decide
what not to do
sleeping instead
of doing
what ought to be done
the body into
movement
unwilling
to move
when we need you to
sitting for hours
trying to decide
what not to do
sleeping instead
of doing
what ought to be done
Monday, July 31, 2006
pieces
I live in the Southern Suburb, but I fled among 18,000 others from the areas being evacuated. Thank God we have a mountain house in a relatively calm area. Many people did not even have that luxury.
::
Where I am you can hear and see the bombings on the Southern Suburb, but not so loudly that it scares you, and so with binoculars you can survey where the missiles are going with relative accuracy.
::
I know that every night we sleep under the surveillance of Israeli planes. At night and at day, they take pictures of Lebanon from these planes. I know that they know what they do, everything.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/World/Israel-using-chemical-weapons-doctors/2006/07/27/1153816285823.html
http://www.expatica.com/source/site_article.asp?subchannel_id=24&story_id=31715&name=Belgian+doctor%3A+Israel+using+chemical+weapons
http://news.aol.co.uk/article.adp?id=20060716094809990001
http://globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=viewArticle&code=20060723&articleId=2800
-ikhtak katy
issue 3
the onion union issue 3
featuring yours truly,
as well as the divine mandolina dora
*click on the onion*
Sunday, July 30, 2006
ringing: episode 6: cybernia
this week's ringing of the bards is brought cybernetic-ly to you care of bob, the not so average average poet! trek with bob through deserts, forests and over oceans as he visits new nooks of "cybernia" and bumps into a few familiar faces along the way ^__^
thanks for the trip, bob!
p.s. bob gets a special gold star for posting his ringing early saturday morning. record time, folks. record time.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
apple kiss
the wrestle
and me to the ground
when arms
from where shattered glass
for reaching
the right were the wrong
since catching
with new and phrasing
then taking
with care at the rebound
your lips
with dew do search mine out
and me to the ground
when arms
from where shattered glass
for reaching
the right were the wrong
since catching
with new and phrasing
then taking
with care at the rebound
your lips
with dew do search mine out
Friday, July 28, 2006
flee market affair
the mildewed bottoms of folding tables
sagged with humidity and his figure shown
through the t shirt he wore.
i stepped on his toes by accident
on purpose and my sorry was served
with an unmistakable i'm not sorry.
slowly, but without hesitation he moved passed
nodded and smiled and excused himself.
without saying a word; rejected me.
watching the entire episode
from your lent-back flee market chair
and nurturing a smile...
did you just fall in love with me?
a flirt with venom (as if joking)
i think so. want a sno cone?
sagged with humidity and his figure shown
through the t shirt he wore.
i stepped on his toes by accident
on purpose and my sorry was served
with an unmistakable i'm not sorry.
slowly, but without hesitation he moved passed
nodded and smiled and excused himself.
without saying a word; rejected me.
watching the entire episode
from your lent-back flee market chair
and nurturing a smile...
did you just fall in love with me?
a flirt with venom (as if joking)
i think so. want a sno cone?
Thursday, July 27, 2006
max does kitchen remodeling (episode one)
ryan and i have been putting cabinets together for our kitchen remodeling - due to take full swing in about a week and half. max has been very helpful throughout. he chews on the screws to make sure they're in tight and surveys our productivity. here, he is inspecting the final product. 
... and this is how max reacts when one of our cabinets fails any of his rigorous tests; the face of disapproval (or is he imitating a pinata?).
the ringing
bob, everyone's favorite not-so-average average poet, is in need of your submissions. poets of all shapes and sizes should send a link to a recent poem they would like highlighted to bobhazelton (AT) hotmail.com asap.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
meanwhile
robot boy learns to tie his shoes
while calculating the ratio of
rational : to : the HEF
human. emotion. factor.
while calculating the ratio of
rational : to : the HEF
human. emotion. factor.
$9.80
we took the kitten to the produce department
of the local grocery store to weigh him
in one of those aluminum fruit baskets
with scales hanging over head
if he were made of grapes
he'd have cost us nine dollars and eighty cents
he's worth much more than that though,
especially because he's not made of grapes.
of the local grocery store to weigh him
in one of those aluminum fruit baskets
with scales hanging over head
if he were made of grapes
he'd have cost us nine dollars and eighty cents
he's worth much more than that though,
especially because he's not made of grapes.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
the ringing of the bards V
*click the image to view this week's ringing*this week we are all but puppets at the hands of a masteress of the play, cecilia. each poem is presented and preserved in a tribute poem, as an act in her dramatization.
thank you so much, cecilia my dear, for carrying the bards this week and for the most remarkable presentation!
heat
i smoldered, left you cold.
dedicated to the history of our blue duvet
and the air conditioning unit in the window;
we bought them both from sears,
one year at a time.
like over-due wedding gifts.
._____._____._____.
yesterday i struggled to depart;
the warmth of your back - against my breasts
magnetically - held me to you.
though i could not stay to watch you breathing.
in the cold chill of the window unit
my bare skin prickled and quaked.
as much as i wanted to -
the heat seeped out.
dedicated to the history of our blue duvet
and the air conditioning unit in the window;
we bought them both from sears,
one year at a time.
like over-due wedding gifts.
._____._____._____.
yesterday i struggled to depart;
the warmth of your back - against my breasts
magnetically - held me to you.
though i could not stay to watch you breathing.
in the cold chill of the window unit
my bare skin prickled and quaked.
as much as i wanted to -
the heat seeped out.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
tired
of waiting, wondering
and waking up each morning
to another poet
hoping it's not too late.
i wish today could have been
too late.
call to arms, a poetic stance
my dear friends, unfortunately the people of lebanon continue to suffer under the rain of destruction and violence. therefore, and i am sorry to say, it is not too late to show your support to our dear friend ashraf - whose family are trapped in lebanon still. i would like to thank all of you who have already given your words to the favor of ashraf. we can never have too many poems, too many poets, or too many friends.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
dinner at glenn's tonight!
celebrating each other's company and the beauty of words; glenn sits us all around the proverbial table for some tasty treats.
pot luck, of course.
special thanks, crunchy one, for hosting this week and for letting me say grace.
cheers ;)
with mrs waddle or the sea urchin
i stood in the puddle for eight hours
contumplating the past tense of Fat Trout*,
letting ice cream melt between my fingers
while watching the rafters heal themselves.
we chit chattered in fake laughters
about the ac in the hotel lobby;
how it wasn't working for all of six days.
she thought about putting her head
in the ice maker for temporary relief.
i told her snap dragons are my favorite flowers.
*Fat Trout Trailer Park of Deer Medow; Fire Walk With Me. Google it.
an ode to dangerous thoughts
contumplating the past tense of Fat Trout*,
letting ice cream melt between my fingers
while watching the rafters heal themselves.
we chit chattered in fake laughters
about the ac in the hotel lobby;
how it wasn't working for all of six days.
she thought about putting her head
in the ice maker for temporary relief.
i told her snap dragons are my favorite flowers.
*Fat Trout Trailer Park of Deer Medow; Fire Walk With Me. Google it.
an ode to dangerous thoughts
Saturday, July 15, 2006
{(read me)}
.trick.tick.trick.tock.
{(out loud)}
nosebleeds over the smell of coffee on a hot
saturday morning. the 9am alarmer.
bringing up the fastest;
on peaches and bananas
churned butter and fresh milk
or the stomach of curdled waves and grain
all the way from the americas.
*__*___*_____*______*
)pacing yourself(
for the unacceptable;
relax, child. don't run unless told so.
))the outcome((
for predeterminancy
.the.trick.at.last.
{(out loud)}
nosebleeds over the smell of coffee on a hot
saturday morning. the 9am alarmer.
bringing up the fastest;
on peaches and bananas
churned butter and fresh milk
or the stomach of curdled waves and grain
all the way from the americas.
*__*___*_____*______*
)pacing yourself(
for the unacceptable;
relax, child. don't run unless told so.
))the outcome((
for predeterminancy
.the.trick.at.last.
Friday, July 14, 2006
[i got given a copy of the bible today]
i got given a copy of the bible today -
the new testament (as a special gift)
________________ small and bound in plastic
carved to look like leather.
the men asked me which colour
_______ should we put in each of the 75 hotel rooms,
but they didn't have enough green.
they're coming back on thursday.
the new testament (as a special gift)
________________ small and bound in plastic
carved to look like leather.
the men asked me which colour
_______ should we put in each of the 75 hotel rooms,
but they didn't have enough green.
they're coming back on thursday.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
ummi
for khayyeh ashraf, khayyeh ahmad, ikhteh maya, ummi and father. for the osman family. my heart goes out to you more now than usual.
we wrap our concerns -
final and fleeting -
in knit blankets and promises
_____of another strike
*
you wrapped your burns
in scented lotions and gauss
allowing for medication
to cure the heartache
*
is the city of your youth
in need of new scars?
broken _____ cloaked
in a putrid layer of ash
*
letting my eyes sting
from the threat of tears
shed in empathy
_____and memory
of what's hidden beneath the wax
that hangs on your dining room wall
*
*
*
*
help his cause
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
max is three months old today
...and has been acting extra cute. here are a some of max's odder moments in the past few days... (the ones i caught on camera anyway)
Monday, July 10, 2006
the fold
i'm only going half way
on this one
__________bible-belt romance
feed me into your covered-bridge fairy tales
and cracked pavement affairs
show me the patch
of sugar coated grass
your kindergarten sweetheart
in a daisy-white dress
show me your obsession
with astronauts and stars
because where we come from
this isn't how it goes
anymore
on this one
__________bible-belt romance
feed me into your covered-bridge fairy tales
and cracked pavement affairs
show me the patch
of sugar coated grass
your kindergarten sweetheart
in a daisy-white dress
show me your obsession
with astronauts and stars
because where we come from
this isn't how it goes
anymore
Sunday, July 09, 2006
the pomp
dedicated to we and sunday evenings
we ate english pancakes
with granulated sugar
and extracted lemon juice
from a plastic lemon-shaped bottle
on fine china,
with the good silver
sitting just beyond
the blaze of the fire
watching the belly of the swamp
rise and fall
in the wake
of passing canoes.
we ate english pancakes
with granulated sugar
and extracted lemon juice
from a plastic lemon-shaped bottle
on fine china,
with the good silver
sitting just beyond
the blaze of the fire
watching the belly of the swamp
rise and fall
in the wake
of passing canoes.
Friday, July 07, 2006
hiatus
i've taken the week off posting here by recommendation of a dear friend. though i have been writing, and i have been so doing in a journal (my first form of composition, before blogger). it is only now beginning to prove fruitful after a week of lulling and moaning to myself about how summer sucks the luster out of my poems. it probably, in the end, has nothing whatsoever to do with the season; i need someone to blame though, don't i? >__<
i have been fleeting in mood; to put it poetically. not like anyone really cares what state of mind nor mood i might be in, this is my blog and, therefore, my rules--as i like to remind myself every once in a while.
to describe myself better, i would like to turn you over to the unspeakably wonderifous cecilia. her poem see me triggered a recognition in me, one that i've been on the way to making, but needed this extra sparkle to in the end.
so, thank you ashraf and thank you cecilia. you sweet little cherubs, you.
i have been fleeting in mood; to put it poetically. not like anyone really cares what state of mind nor mood i might be in, this is my blog and, therefore, my rules--as i like to remind myself every once in a while.
to describe myself better, i would like to turn you over to the unspeakably wonderifous cecilia. her poem see me triggered a recognition in me, one that i've been on the way to making, but needed this extra sparkle to in the end.
so, thank you ashraf and thank you cecilia. you sweet little cherubs, you.
last call
if you want to join this week's party, send ashraf your poetry submissions for the carnival!!
archmemory @ yahoo . com
archmemory @ yahoo . com
Saturday, July 01, 2006
welcome, dear guests, to
[week two]
during the past week i have accepted poetry submissions from some of my favorite blogging poets. though i did not set any guidelines for the content of the poetry, i have taken the liberty of dressing this week's Ringing in a carnival/circus outfit (i hope you're ready for a bit of reading!!). for those of you interested in my experience in hosting the poetry carnival, a complimentary post to this one has been posted on po'et'ship. for those of you who are itching to get to the poetry...
our first bard is the beautiful shirley allard of housemouse. shirley, the painted woman and gifted make-up artist (keep her away from the clowns), brings her stirring poem, embracing the storm, to the big top. extra special thanks go out to shirley for her contribution to this carnival and all to follow; beyond her poetry, shirley has also designed the logo that graces the top of this carnival post!
the cotton candy stand poetess, cecilia , asked me to bend the rules a tad for her and i could refuse? the depth of silent mark is matched only by that of her other work on clear candy daily. so the poem is a bit older (only by a few months) but lines like
"growing tongues tasting the wind
feel like the knife scraping soft butter"
never get old.
you've made it past the brush of madame shirley and the sticky fingers of our darling cecilia, now it's time to meet the master.
the ring master, that is... and what would a carnival be without the booming lungs and dramatic nature of its ring master? ashraf (known to many as arch.memory) fits the bill for ring master to a proverbial T. to prove just how loud he can be, he bears all in his poem hunger. you wanted drama? you wanted a show? you wanted the finest poetry the blogsphere has to offer? you've just found your gold mine. ashraf knows, but i should tell you all too, i'm too good a friend to him to ever let his ego get such a feeding without meaning every word with the utmost sincerity.
our next featured poet is a very special member of the blogging poets' community. in fact, many of us agree that billy should represent poets101.com as Mayor:
our first bard is the beautiful shirley allard of housemouse. shirley, the painted woman and gifted make-up artist (keep her away from the clowns), brings her stirring poem, embracing the storm, to the big top. extra special thanks go out to shirley for her contribution to this carnival and all to follow; beyond her poetry, shirley has also designed the logo that graces the top of this carnival post!
the cotton candy stand poetess, cecilia , asked me to bend the rules a tad for her and i could refuse? the depth of silent mark is matched only by that of her other work on clear candy daily. so the poem is a bit older (only by a few months) but lines like
"growing tongues tasting the wind
feel like the knife scraping soft butter"
never get old.
you've made it past the brush of madame shirley and the sticky fingers of our darling cecilia, now it's time to meet the master.
the ring master, that is... and what would a carnival be without the booming lungs and dramatic nature of its ring master? ashraf (known to many as arch.memory) fits the bill for ring master to a proverbial T. to prove just how loud he can be, he bears all in his poem hunger. you wanted drama? you wanted a show? you wanted the finest poetry the blogsphere has to offer? you've just found your gold mine. ashraf knows, but i should tell you all too, i'm too good a friend to him to ever let his ego get such a feeding without meaning every word with the utmost sincerity.
our next featured poet is a very special member of the blogging poets' community. in fact, many of us agree that billy should represent poets101.com as Mayor:
and who better to welcome his fellow townsfolk to the festivities than our dear mayor? none, i say!! ah, he's got a fine welcome in store for you too; a sweet story of childhood antics as retold to him by his dear mother. she told it to be true is a true story of billy, the helpful little hopeful picking tomatoes for his mom. *aww* and before i go too far without saying it...
{ H A P P Y . B I R T H D A Y . B I L L Y ! }
cake and ice cream all around, but first we need to meet and greet all the other poets in this weeks carnival. what? you thought that was it! ha!! we've barely made it in the front door yet...
the following two poets are vying for your attention with their gorgeous, sizzling and tantalizing poems. welcome to the kissing booth, boys and girls!!
for the fellas, the glowing poetess mandolina dora of wet poems, has puckered up with her poem shudder. if the title doesn't clue you in... well, maybe i should let mandolina explain herself?
and for the ladies, is hardy f of torn labels. hardy, and i have told him this several times, is the best erotic male poet i've ever read. the poem chosen for feature here is a narrative/prose poem called 11:47. this is a quintessential hardy f poem in that before you even finish reading the piece, you will no doubt empathize with at least one of the characters and be itching uncontrollably for more. don't worry, there's lots more where that came from ;)
now that we've got you all hot and bothered, let's rearrange things with scott. maybe the right word is scramble... either way, track marks is bound to get your knickers in a twist. every good festival needs a sculptor, right? be it ice, clay, marble or your mind, scott's collection of poems on 30 Days: poem will keep you reeling!
the following two poets are vying for your attention with their gorgeous, sizzling and tantalizing poems. welcome to the kissing booth, boys and girls!!
for the fellas, the glowing poetess mandolina dora of wet poems, has puckered up with her poem shudder. if the title doesn't clue you in... well, maybe i should let mandolina explain herself?
and for the ladies, is hardy f of torn labels. hardy, and i have told him this several times, is the best erotic male poet i've ever read. the poem chosen for feature here is a narrative/prose poem called 11:47. this is a quintessential hardy f poem in that before you even finish reading the piece, you will no doubt empathize with at least one of the characters and be itching uncontrollably for more. don't worry, there's lots more where that came from ;)
now that we've got you all hot and bothered, let's rearrange things with scott. maybe the right word is scramble... either way, track marks is bound to get your knickers in a twist. every good festival needs a sculptor, right? be it ice, clay, marble or your mind, scott's collection of poems on 30 Days: poem will keep you reeling!
you've had your face painted by shirley, shared some sweets with cecilia, been greeted by the tipped top hat of ashraf, handed a ripe tomato by billy, had your way with mandolina and hardy, been all sorts of spun around by scott and now it's time for the show!!
first up is resident cowboy and sushi chef brian boutwell of the boarding house. when he's not throwing knives for the carnival, brian writes austere prose poems and short, staccato works like to lorna. simple in form and vernacular, this poem might take you only a minute or two to read, but will leave you in a dusting of thought and imprint upon you a distinct southern flair.
on the other side of the ring, dodging brian's knives, is the talented poet and stilts-acrobat erin of poetic acceptance. keeping her balance all the while, erin delivers a gorgeous reading (yes, AUDIO!) of her entry to the bards, below morning's edge. the rhythm and intonation delivered by erin's reading of her piece is sure to make this poem an instant hit with all who hear it!
hearts go out to bob of average poet (an anything but average poet in all respects) - having been warned against sever flooding, he's decided to stick it out. would calling him the aqua-man be inappropriate? i'll go no further. his poem was inspired by the tsunami that crashed ashore just after christmas this past year. this is the flood watch.
rising above the flood plains is a lightening bug. or is that travis j morgan of zen moon flying the trapeze? japanese in tradition and aesthetic, t.j.'s acrobatics are bound to astound. the gymnast of poetry, and one of the few modern poets who pulls of a regular ababcdcd rhyme scheme with candor and charm, i am proud to present travis as a member of the carnival this week!
our spotlight turns to the center ring where mike of an unknowing mind will thrill with tales of those long lost beasts of the new world; a reader of minds, whisperer of fortunes, predictor future events and a provocative story teller, let us follow mike into the dorms and dare not to look back.
all the way from khazakhstan (i'm totally not joking) is russell. russell is without a doubt the finest human cannon ball (or was that yuckelbel's cannon?) this carnival's ever seen. and with each flight through the stratosphere of the big top, russell waves hello to all who dare dream the impossible. like he said, "It doesn’t hurt so bad..."
go - no don't, that's his name. go, or gobuick, is a herbivorous chicken geek* from the appropriately titled geek poet. while he only dines on the green stuff, his dedication to the art form is beyond comparison. ah, so dedicated in fact that we have two poems from go. yep. two. yep... i couldn't decide (yep, am a bit indecisive at times). from the pit then, is summertime & the line.
[note: have only just 'met' go; therefore, would like to thank him for agreeing to be give the role of probably the ickiest carnival gig in history, and all the while, he's a veggie! thanks go! i owe you.]
and last be most defiantly not least is the affectionate and ever-so-clever glenn of crunchy weta. we don't ask why he's crunchy, it just goes without saying. or, maybe he's got us all under his spell. he is, after all the world's greatest hypnotist! (without a doubt!) he'll tame your senses; do not doubt him.
i would like to thank all 15 of the poets who contributed to this week's carnival. though it took many hours to compile, compose and adjust, i have had the absolute best time reading and rereading the poems sent to my attention and giving you all silly circus jobs! thanks too, to all who have read and who continue to support poets of all shapes and sizes throughout the galaxy.
first up is resident cowboy and sushi chef brian boutwell of the boarding house. when he's not throwing knives for the carnival, brian writes austere prose poems and short, staccato works like to lorna. simple in form and vernacular, this poem might take you only a minute or two to read, but will leave you in a dusting of thought and imprint upon you a distinct southern flair.
on the other side of the ring, dodging brian's knives, is the talented poet and stilts-acrobat erin of poetic acceptance. keeping her balance all the while, erin delivers a gorgeous reading (yes, AUDIO!) of her entry to the bards, below morning's edge. the rhythm and intonation delivered by erin's reading of her piece is sure to make this poem an instant hit with all who hear it!
hearts go out to bob of average poet (an anything but average poet in all respects) - having been warned against sever flooding, he's decided to stick it out. would calling him the aqua-man be inappropriate? i'll go no further. his poem was inspired by the tsunami that crashed ashore just after christmas this past year. this is the flood watch.
rising above the flood plains is a lightening bug. or is that travis j morgan of zen moon flying the trapeze? japanese in tradition and aesthetic, t.j.'s acrobatics are bound to astound. the gymnast of poetry, and one of the few modern poets who pulls of a regular ababcdcd rhyme scheme with candor and charm, i am proud to present travis as a member of the carnival this week!
our spotlight turns to the center ring where mike of an unknowing mind will thrill with tales of those long lost beasts of the new world; a reader of minds, whisperer of fortunes, predictor future events and a provocative story teller, let us follow mike into the dorms and dare not to look back.
all the way from khazakhstan (i'm totally not joking) is russell. russell is without a doubt the finest human cannon ball (or was that yuckelbel's cannon?) this carnival's ever seen. and with each flight through the stratosphere of the big top, russell waves hello to all who dare dream the impossible. like he said, "It doesn’t hurt so bad..."
go - no don't, that's his name. go, or gobuick, is a herbivorous chicken geek* from the appropriately titled geek poet. while he only dines on the green stuff, his dedication to the art form is beyond comparison. ah, so dedicated in fact that we have two poems from go. yep. two. yep... i couldn't decide (yep, am a bit indecisive at times). from the pit then, is summertime & the line.
[note: have only just 'met' go; therefore, would like to thank him for agreeing to be give the role of probably the ickiest carnival gig in history, and all the while, he's a veggie! thanks go! i owe you.]
and last be most defiantly not least is the affectionate and ever-so-clever glenn of crunchy weta. we don't ask why he's crunchy, it just goes without saying. or, maybe he's got us all under his spell. he is, after all the world's greatest hypnotist! (without a doubt!) he'll tame your senses; do not doubt him.
i would like to thank all 15 of the poets who contributed to this week's carnival. though it took many hours to compile, compose and adjust, i have had the absolute best time reading and rereading the poems sent to my attention and giving you all silly circus jobs! thanks too, to all who have read and who continue to support poets of all shapes and sizes throughout the galaxy.
[[addition 7/3/06 7:30am] randall gray of tanata sent me an email which i recieved this morning. in it was a gift of unspeakable value...
FOR KATY AND BILLY (CARNIES)
People (the stuffy ones) say poetry's dead
Irrelevant nonsense, ego-fed
But where else than a poem is one to find
Transcendent rhythm for the mind
That speaks of secrets, odd and dark
And frees the soul's creative spark
And leads me clicking down a hall,
So I feel as if I've been to a carnival?
...and what better way to end a carnival about poetry than with a poem? hmmn?
super uber special thanks to Randall for the lovely gift, and for being so sweet about it too!]
NEXT WEEK'S CARNIVAL is at Ashraf's house ^_^
send a recent poem from your blog to ashraf
(please include a hyper-link to the poem)
send a recent poem from your blog to ashraf
(please include a hyper-link to the poem)
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*A performer at a carnival (Colin Swanson) who swallows various live animals and bugs. Sometimes this extends to biting off the heads of chickens. The Geek would usually perform in a "geek pit". This sense of the word dates back to the 1920s, and possibly comes from the 16th century word geck, originally of Middle Saxon origin. In English the precursor word "geck" or "gecke" was used by Shakespeare: "Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, and made the most notorious geck and gull That e'er invention play'd on?" (Twelfth Night, V.i). The word also thought to appear in Cymbeline (wordorigins.org).
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